The whizzing of the time machine came to a stop. The Doctor sighed, brushing away a tassel of her short blonde hair. She looked at the interior of the Type-50 she was in. The Time Lords never changed their interior design much. "Well. time to go. Shame you'll be stuck here forever, but what can you do?"
She opened the door of the machine, only to look over the bleak, rocky planet she loved, now a war zone. The valley, once covered with trees and flowers, was covered with weapons, armor, and bones. The only thing that seemed alive was the TARDIS she stepped out of.
She looked up over at the disguise- a vibrant tree. "Chameleon Arch! Such a good thing." But then she looked over at the old, battered police box in the corner- her TARDIS. "No, not just that. It's my home." Each stride more confident than the next, she virtually ran over to the TARDIS. "Well, mate. Hello. I've missed you." She opened the doors as wide as possible, closing them with the snap of a finger as she walked in.
The orange glow of the TARDIS encapsulated the console room. The Doctor breathed in a long sigh. She had been trying to fight something off, ever since she fell that night so long ago- the night that she became the Doctor. "What did I say those final moments of my last regeneration…" She stepped up to the console, her strange, quirky console. She starred, blankly. "What did I say?"
The whirring of lights turning on in the background jolted her from her mindlessness. Being in the Matrix too long hurt. She looked over in the corner to the stairs. "Yes, yes your right," she said, glancing at the console. "Rest is what I need." She walked up the stairs into the hallway. The endless hallway of rooms, secrets, and mysteries. She finally turned to her room. Since becoming female, she changed the room to suit her needs, or at least the TARDIS did. She was never sure.
But before she opened the door, she turned. As expected, the three doors adjacent to hers were gone. She sighed and shook her head. "They're never coming back?" She kicked the floor and went into her room. Taking off her boots, she plummeted down onto her bed. Sleep came easy. "Be kind," she mumbled.
The pain was unceasing as if a knife was cutting into her. She opened her eyes, and gasped, getting up from the bed as quickly as she could. "Ah, why," she said, wobbling up to see herself in her old, Victorian mirror. She breathed in to fight off the pain for a while. "I need water…"
She sighed, clutching her chest as she hobbled to the console room, finally grabbing a bottle of water from a secret compartment. She guzzled the water up. "Ah, that feels better." The TARDIS whirred. The Doctor turned around. "What? I'm perfectly fine," she said, getting another water bottle. "I can't help chest pains in the night." She took a sip from her bottle and sighed.
The TARDIS whirred once again. She rolled her eyes. "Please-" Her eyes widened as she dropped her bottle. "No, it can't be," she hesitated. She looked down at her hands, the energy flowing from them. She doubled her fists.
"No, I can't," she shouted. "Not yet." She turned around and huffed. "I'm just tired! That's all. Good night."